I have a scalpel and can cut some stuff out

I have a scalpel, I can cut some stuff out.

At festivals I will hold the baby
and your breasts like avocados.

I will rub cocoa butter in to stretch marks,
knot you muslin sarongs
while you meditate
and eat raw foods.

We will go to see The Guillemots
dressed in thrift shop seventies minis.
I will bat the mosquitoes from your back
if you want to sleep out under.

I will let you call him Kylash
and smile when he kisses strangers.
I wont stop him when he slips my arms
and pirouettes at the front of the burlesque tent

dressed in smog yellow tights and taffeta.
People will take photos
and they wont know what we crop.
So lets sweep the sky of swallows

and ignore the long shots.
I can't tell if you are beautiful from here
but your dress and your back
and your legs like noveau tables.